Monday, May 23, 2011

I fear that one morningI will wake up to findthat my life has dissolvedbeen rendered void of meaningunsolved itself into nothingand that this will not bethe diamond-pointed consciousnessof seeing through maya but simply the period at the end of a sentencethat made no senseat all

She lived in a dingy place.Broken-down shacks all aroundThere were old men, carrying broken dollsDirty, old dolls they had found in the dirtThere was a pool of waterwith a lot of garbage floating in itThere was screaming everywhere---big people shouting, and babies cryingHer mother kept saying that some daythey would move to a better place There was a better neighbourhoodjust across the wayThe little girl could see it when she stood in the middle of the pool She turned around and aroundStanding there, on the watershe could see it all